Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

A wave of heat surged from Damon's lower abdomen, causing the faces of the people in the hall to blur.

With a cold glint in his eyes, he set down his glass and quickly headed for the exit.

After years in the business world, Damon was accustomed to all sorts of underhanded tactics. He had never, however, anticipated that someone would have the audacity to drug him! His steps grew unsteady. Just as he left the hall, he heard the sound of high heels behind him.

"Damon..." Rebecca called out.

Her hand wrapped around his wrist, and the faint scent of roses made his head spin even more.

Rebecca attempted to hug Damon, but he abruptly shoved her away. She stumbled back several steps before managing to steady herself.

"Damon..." She looked at him, her eyes filled with disbelief. She hadn't expected that, even under the influence of the drug, he would still have the strength to push her away. Damon glared at her icily, a storm brewing in his eyes. "Did you drug me?"

Rebecca's expression froze, and guilt flickered in her eyes. "Damon, what are you talking about? What drug?"

"Rebecca, I won't let this go," Damon spat.

His face was cold and serious, the menace in his gaze almost tangible.

Fear crept into Rebecca's heart, and she instinctively took a step back.

However, seeing Damon struggle to stay upright, she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to hug him. She believed that as long as she slept with him, he would have to take responsibility! In the next moment, Damon pushed her away with revulsion.

"Ah!" Rebecca cried out as she fell to the floor in a clumsy heap.

Pain shot through her ankle, and she winced. "It hurts so much."

As she fell, she heard a sharp crack in her left foot. It must have been fractured. She hadn't expected Damon to be so ruthless, pushing her away even after being drugged.

"Rebecca, is this all you can do? Using such despicable methods? Don't make me lose respect for you!" Damon hissed.

Rebecca's tear-filled eyes were met

with Damon's cold back. Unable to hold back any longer, she shouted at his retreating figure, pouring out all her grievances and frustration.

"Damon, I was the one who met you first. Why did you fall in love with Nyla? We were so close to being together forever. How can you expect me to be content? Don't you think you've been too cruel tome?" she cried.

Damon stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. His dark eyes were devoid of warmth.

"Wasn't it you who insisted on going abroad? Did you not expect this outcome? Even without Nyla, I could never fall for you again," he said coldly before turning and walking

away quickly.

He could feel his consciousness beginning to blur and didn't want to risk what might happen if he stayed.

...

Nyla returned from the restroom after touching up her makeup.

She saw Oliver chatting with several well-dressed men and decided not to interrupt. Instead, she took a glass of champagne and found a corner to sit. After more than half an hour, she grew slightly tipsy and was about to leave when a maid approached her.

"Ms. Jayston, Ms. Weir requests your presence in the garden. She says she has a surprise for you," the maid informed.

Nyla glanced over at Valarie, who was laughing and chatting with several other women in the center of the hall. She was puzzled. "Are you sure?"

Given Valarie's apparent busyness, it seemed unlikely she would go to the garden. Yet, the maid was from the Weirs. Nyla had seen her a few times before. "Yes. Ms. Weir said you'd find out once you get there," the maid answered.

Nyla nodded. "Alright. I'll go."

After the maid left, Nyla sent Valarie a quick message to ask why she wanted her in the garden. Valarie turned to flash a smile at her and texted back that she would find out once she arrived.

Confirming that the maid's message was indeed from Valarie, Nyla got up and headed toward the garden.